_Leon's POV_
The restaurant was quiet and warm but I felt none of it.
Soft golden lights hung from the ceiling. Red lanterns glowed in the corners. The smell of soy sauce, garlic and sweet spices filled the air. Plates clinked softly around us and low music played in the background. It should have been a pleasant night. Talia loved Chinese food. She had been smiling since we walked in. She had even chosen the table herself, near the window, where the city lights could be seen shining outside.
But no matter how beautiful the place was, I could not relax.
I sat across from her, staring down at my drink. My fingers were wrapped around the glass but my mind was somewhere else completely.
Anya.
I could not stop thinking about her.
I did not understand why my thoughts kept returning to he
